Writer, dreamer, and strategic thinker following my heart and living my life from the inside out
The door read "Beef Barn" but inside Little furry creatures Quaked in cages Too close to their bodies. Red eyes, pink ears, Blue, purple spotted and striped. They shook. Stacked in six packs Fear filled the muggy room. A long hallway, unheated Bikes leaned against the walls. In the back, two rabbits, Donny and Marie.... Continue Reading →
I loved Ruth Bader Ginsburg fiercely, like so many of you, and I found myself in deep grief the weekend of her passing. Scrolling through social media at all of the photos, stories, and of course, reading the news broke my heart again and again. But then I wrote, (I've been working on revisions of... Continue Reading →
January 2016 Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest We will always be here, you said. This town and you and the rusty moon Under the browned trees and the night sky. The permanence, a brick house, Built to withstand earthquakes and silent explosions. Inside I am never the same. It's a smack in the face... Continue Reading →
Where are you already? I've been waiting for years Since you left the car at Red Rocks No admission for you. Only me. I thought you would find me again. You always did. Climbing fences and forging a new path. But you didn't show up, and a part of me stayed. Sleeping in a row... Continue Reading →
Before typing your name in the search bar, I imagined you Bukowski. Dark struggle writing in a stupor. Facebook reveals a gray-haired suburbanite blowing bubbles with your daughter. I am a lobster shell cracked open and empty. The memory of your handprints on my neck. Hands that I once loved. You are smiling on the... Continue Reading →
I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation's independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set.... Continue Reading →
Some almost famous actors are imitators, Memorizing lines and affectations. The action-cool clichéd Hollywood dude, Shirtless gunshots and six-pack car crashes, All facade to hide their insecurities. But you summoned something otherworldly, Angelic channeler, laid bare for the world to see. Flawlessly flawed with a shadow on your shoulder, Whispering in your ear that it... Continue Reading →
"Beautiful things don't ask for attention." -James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty This is a movie for the hopeful. The people who see life's unending potential. Those who believe in coincidence. Romantics who, against all odds, are not afraid to pursue their dreams. Just as water will boil when too close to the flame,... Continue Reading →
I dreamed of a love I thought I had forgotten. He showed me his open hands and I fell into his arms. Like water without a pot, I could not be contained. When we started walking backwards, it seemed like a fun kind of game at first, a new perspective on the shape of things... Continue Reading →
A shadow walked through the branded lady's door. Dismantled and disfigured, Heavy beard and zipped-up coat on a summer day In a line of blue badges, He spotted the woman from his past. Venti green iced tea in her hand, Heartbeat strong and unfazed, No longer the girl pregnant with possibility. So easily disarmed and... Continue Reading →
Let It Bespoken 